No Birds Do Sing

This could be heaven

Shallow spreads of ordered lawns

I like the illusion

Illusion of privacy

The careful trees blending so perfectly

Bland planned idle luxury

A caviar of silent dignity

Life in lovely allotted slots

A token nice

A nice constitution

A layered mass of subtle props

This could be heaven

Mild mannered mews

Well intentioned rules

To dignify a daily code

Lawful order standard views

This could be heaven